... that Julie and I were totally evil on Friday night and completely frustrated by the outrageous waits for an elevator to go between floors 5 and 28 (the party floors). So we rode the service elevators up and down all night, sometimes just us, and sometimes with an entire entourage.
This is what happens when literary agents go bad.
We ride service elevators.
Isn't that thrilling and evil and so against the rules? =)